This house is on Arbor Avenue, in the neighborhood where I grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana.
When I was a teenager, the owner of the house was an elderly man named Cecil Young. I used to visit him often, and we would talk about photography, which he had done as a hobby since he was a young man.
After he and his wife died, the house's new owners added on to it. The house was very small; it only had one bedroom. The Youngs had been married for over 50 years, but never had any children.
The porch was one of the things that was added. When I met Cecil, there was a flowerbed in front of the house, where the porch is now. I first met him when I knocked on his door to ask him if I could photograph the crocuses he had goring there.